There's more room in a broken heart."
I finally got to check out the Brig. Reyna had said before that it may not be my crowd, but the place was an unexpected fit. And I'm too pretentious to really have a crowd.
It was Marketa's last night. Nobody is good at goodbyes. Everybody stands around looking at each other plaintively, and then somebody makes the hopeful promise that we'll all see each other soon. I have found that I just do not say goodbye to people. I always try to leave things open-ended, trying to convey that the world is a small place and very easily traversable. I could say so much, like, "You know, it's a very small world, and a very long life, and physically spending time with one another is a less meaningful manifestation of what I think of you than the memory that you have already imparted in my head." But those are a lot of words for what should be a brief and painless moment.
And as the hours crept into early morning, Ramon's antics got crazier and crazier. The loopier he gets, the more he talks in computer verse. I asked him why I hadn't been invited to previous get-togethers, even though I already knew why -- that as a judgmental prude, I wouldn't be able to participate in or even condone the centerpiece of those parties. The proverbial wet blanket. But his reply was, "It's not that you weren't included in the original template. You were, but as filters were placed, you were left out." Life as a computer programming language.
He checked out my blog for the first time and approved of the "clean" look. I checked out his bedsheets, and approved because they were the same as Carrie Bradshaw's. Aside from those Calvin Klein Blue Bamboo sheets being the "it" purchase of last year, so apparently was the Garden State soundtrack, which played during his Prague vacation slideshow, presented courtesy of his picture iPod. And then the cork pulled on another bottle of wine, so it was time for me to make my exit before things got too hairy.
Jean and I tried out Nizam on Pico, which is across the street from Jaipur. The winner of the Indian face-off? Nizam for their tandoori skillet, Jaipur for their chicken tikka masala. "Can you believe that this is made of chickpeas? I'm going to get a dog, and name him Papadam." He laughed.
And lastly... Happy Birthday, Van! Will you have a bubble bath to treat yourself?
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